(raunchily entertaining but utterly unsuitable for kids and the sexually modest)
To the photo in my “human urinal” posting yesterday — Tony D’Angelo reacting in surprise to Edward Terrant’s half-man half-pissoir (in a scene from The Men’s Room DVD from men.com) — two further images:
(about gay porn performers, their bodies, their presentations of themselves, and their role preferences in sex with other men, all discussed in street language — so, way too raunchy for kids or the sexually modest)
A TitanMen gay porn sale mailer from 3/23 features Luke Adams, the smiling, athletic gay porn performer and great power bottom of the time — he made porn from 2014-22 — just before the coronavirus raged (in 2020-23):
(#1) Jesse Jackman and Luke Adams (genitals fuzzed out for WordPress modesty) in Beef (originally released 1/11/18)
… and boy-foot bear with teak of Chan … no, no, Kent McCord and the Nelsons’ Rick, that’s the ticket.
(Tales of male-male desire and sexual acts — so this posting will be edgy for some readers — but not particularly vivid tales, and the photos are there for faces and torsos, not genitals)
Rick and Kent, figures of attractive, desirable masculinity — the first from my teenage years (there was a lot I didn’t understand in the Rick, or teenage hard-on, years, during which Ricky got me off, a lot), the second from young adulthood (it was during the Kent years that I gained some self-knowledge and entered into serious, life-long relationships with other men; suddenly it was important that Kent was not only a really hot guy as Officer Jim Reed on Adam-12, but that he also presented himself as a sturdy, dependable and empathetic nice guy, so an eminently satisfactory object of adult lust). Note: I was perfectly aware that Rick and Kent were, by all accounts, uncomplicatedly straight (as it happens, they became buddies when they worked in tv together); what I had in my head were fantasy Rick and Kent, and their kisses were sweeter than wine.
Now I tell you that Rick, Kent, and I were / are all essentially the same age; Rick 4 months older than me, Kent 2 years younger. (Rick died in 1985, but Kent is still alive, and he’s a great-looking 82-year-old.)
And while they’re interesting as objects of desire (on tv and elsewhere, notably from the 1950s through the 1970s), they get a posting here because of a characteristic facial gesture that they share: the spread-lip smile, a feature of Rick and Kent that large numbers of straight women and gay men find powerfully attractive (and that, no doubt, makes many straight men envious).
(The title is a warning; this posting is about men fellating men, and while the language mostly rises above raunchy street talk, the topic is clearly not for kids or the sexually modest)
I begin with a severely cropped image of one gay porn actor fellating another, a picture that manages to have no penis in it, despite the fact that the unseen penis is the emotionally central element of the act for both participants. Because what struck me about the image was, instead, the fellator’s state of being, as evidenced in his facial expression:
(There will be nekkid guys and man-on-man sex, treated in street language, so this posting is not suitable for kids or the sexually modest)
Today is penultimate August (the first Emperor of Rome is about to leave the building); also the Friday before U.S. Labor Day (a day that for many people counts as the first of a 4-day holiday weekend marking the end of summer and oh yes, recognizing the labor movement); the day after we celebrate the beheading of John the Baptist (by Herod at the request of Salome, the story goes), popularly known as Head on a Platter Day; the birthday of one old friend from the late 1950s, Ellen Sulkis James; the day before the birthday of another such friend, Benita Bendon Campbell; and the occasion for the TitanMen firm to offer its annual Labor Gay sale, an occasion on which Men at Work on insertive man-on-man sex hawk gay porn (this year, we get the two stars of Breed Me Daddy), and for the GayEmpire firm to advertise its own Labor Gay sale (with an ad featuring the two stars of Hooking Up With Finn Harding). Something for everyone in there.
This year I’m going for the gay porn, mostly because it’s entertaining — there’s a lot that’s ridiculous in gay porn, so even videos I don’t find carnally moving can still be sources of pleasure — but partly because I’m in a light-hearted holiday mood, and partly because I want to lodge some accuracy in advertising complaints.
That’s Pierre et Gilles, the French collaborative artists — playful, way gay, outrageous, and exceptionally fond of sailors — and their approach to what I called, in a 5/20/11 posting, that
widespread and powerful homoerotic subject in artworks, the martyrdom of Saint Sebastian
From that posting, a P&G depiction of the arrow-pierced, agonized saint:
(#1) Saint Sebastian (1987), focused on the beauty of the young male body; this saint seems more anxious about the future than writhing in agony, and the composition is otherwise restrained
P&G have used StS as a subject at least seven times. I was moved to post on their treatments of the saint by encountering a remarkably campy depiction of him on Pinterest this morning:
Today’s Zippy strip offers us a talkative piece of public sculpture in the shape of a hand — actually, a closed fist, upraised — that riffs together with Zippy on the manual, hand-based, lexicon of English:
The hand exclaims, Zippy questions, but their exchanges are absurd
The big topic here is the manual lexicon: lexical items that involve the noun or verb hand. The manual lexicon is enormous. embracing some fixed expressions referring to the bodypart, but mostly composed of figurative expressions etymologically traceable to the bodypart but now semantically distant from it.
The other topic is also sizable, but it’s artistic rather than linguistic: statues of hands, especially fists, especially in works of public art. I’ll start with that.
🐇 🐇 🐇 RABBIT RABBIT RABBIT to inaugurate the month of January, in screaming caps to inaugurate the new year; it’s also Holy Dick Day, or (in more conventionally churchly terms) the Circumcision of Christ; and the 8th day of Christmas (warning: the 5th day of Christmas will bring us to significant penis-talk, which is not to everyone’s taste)
This is a tale of massively failed communications. It begins with my posting yesterday “The 7th day of Christmas”:
That would be today, December 31st, New Year’s Eve. … Back on the 4th day, December 28th, my mail brought me a digital-art celebration of the 1st day [by one of] my digital-artist friends. For the occasion, a partridge of sorts in a pear tree of sorts, and … starring a fabulously hot object of gay sexual desire.
(#1)
… All three components … have that air of hyper-reality that I find especially desirable in digital compositions; not trompe-l’oeil, but a kind of magic realism.
… [about the peculiar partridge,] I have inquired of the artist, but they haven’t risen to the bait.
Ah, that’s where things started to go awry.
(Packed with racy photos from gay porn, with male sexual parts and man-on-man sex discussed in street language, so entirely unsuitable for kids and the sexually modest.)
Two mailer ads today, from two different gay porn studios, both for scenes in new movie releases, illustrating two different approaches to the Christmas season. A 12/15 mailer ad for new scenes from Falcon’s Cum All Ye Faithful, headed:
Dean Young & Drake Von Spread Holiday Cheer in Latest Falcon Update
And a 12/15 mailer from Lucas Entertainment with a scene from the new release Packing Extreme Meat, headed
Dom King Pounds Leandro Bravo
The Falcon scene is an affectionate but urgent pairing of two attractive twinks (both in cheesy Santa hats), bottom DY and top DV, folded into a somewhat flimsy larger Christmas-related story (which I’ve posted about earlier on this blog). The two young actors are playing out a formulaic sexual encounter for the pleasure — and perhaps the sexual release — of their audience, though every recorded performance is a variation on the formula. The attractions of any specific performance depend on how the sexual formula is varied, just as our enjoyment of a Roadrunner vs. Wile E. Coyote cartoon (all of them variations on a formula) depend on how the comic formula is varied.
The Lucas scene is raw sex, no recognition of the Christmas season at all — the hell with Christmas, let’s fuck!! Though once again, the performers, rough, dominant top DK and novice submissive bottom LB, are playing out a formulaic sexual encounter for the pleasure of their audience.
Now the details, and the photos.
